This morning I was on a hike with friends and we were talking about our body images and yucky ex-boyfriends.
Did you have one?
I TOTALLY did.
Mine was a tad bit shorter than me and drove a black Iroc Z.
He had a mobile phone mounted in between the seats that charged me every time I called him. (It took me a while to figure that one out.)
He had oily bangs that hung in his face and always wore a tank top to "show off" his ever-bulging little muscles. Were they steroidally-charged? We'll never know for sure.
We never really had a conversation in the car because the stereo was always blasting Oingo Boingo or OMD.
He had this incessant habit of trying to make me feel bad about myself.
I don't know. Maybe it made him feel better about HIMSELF.
I had to hear how much prettier his ex-girlfriend was than me.
Or how if I lost weight, he would stop partying with his friends.
He was even generous enough to offer me a Diet Coke when he was ordering his fried chicken sandwich and fries from Dairy Queen.
Once, he convinced me to get on a scale and then scoffed in his jerky way about my 130 lb. body.
Now I can laugh about it. But back then, it was an evil little, flesh-eating bug that ate away my self esteem.
Now I get mad at myself for even putting up with that.
But then, now, I can blog about it and it just magically makes me feel better!
He SO missed out!